Where the Wild Horses Run
Even in the heart of the city, Rene is in the open places. His feet splash in streams, not gutters, and his ears feel the whistle of the wind and not the cry of sirens. Past the dumpsters and yakatori stands, Rene smells green grass and the air right before a storm. He can hear his brother’s laughter, and the thunder of a thousand wild horses running with him.
Story Written and Read by Jared AxelrodYou can read the story here:Where the Wild Horses Run365 Tomorrows
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